Itchy eww.

We’re alive. I’m reserving comment on the well part. Ruby’s kept two meals down since Monday afternoon but breakfast hasn’t revisited, so maybe three… Sterling’s had a fever that seems to have gone away and I finally gave in, decided to call the doctor first thing this morning and now everyone is acting normal. That usually happens after I rip out the check to pay our co-pay…

Bugs, bugs – they are bugging me. How on earth do you avoid the 200 bug bites – no exaggeration, I assure you – that plague me at the moment? I cannot spray bug spray every single day on every one – can I? But between goat chores and watering the garden, we’re going to have to invest in anti-itch cream – and quite possibly, something to treat insanity. I’m going crazy. I think I have more than the kids, but not by much. This is a pretty itchy household right about now.

Sterling has been walking around saying itchy and then rhyming it with any other word he can think of or make up. Last week in the grocery store, it was “Itchy pitchy sitchy b…, w…” – all of which I’d heard before and ignored. You know, ignore it and they’ll stop and forget all about it? But when the little old lady behind you in the checkout gives you a look… yeah, I had to address it. “Don’t say those last two. They aren’t nice words.” I braced myself for the “What do they mean?” question that was inevitable. It didn’t come. “Can I say twitchy?” “Yep. Perfect. Itchy twitchy will be just fine.” And off he went. “Itchy twitchy itchy twitchy.”

On that note, I’m going to go find a Brillo pad. If you scratch the bite off entirely, can it still itch? Pain would be preferable at this point, pretty sure.

About Adrienne

A homeschooling mother of eight, ages 13 and under, she chronicles life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as she raises a larger-than-most sized family and tries to figure out what she's doing day by day.

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Hi Adrienne! You have no idea who I am, but I’ve been enjoying your blog for months now. I actually lived up the street from Blaine for years, and was in the same grade as his brother, Quentin. All of us kids played together quite a bit growing up! I love your writing, and it’s neat to see what Blaine (and his family) are up to these days! :o)

Oh, don’t scratch! I know you want to and you think it will make you feel better. But the relief is only temporary and you’ll scar. (AND of COURSE you know all of this. But your brain might be muddled right now with all the itchiness going on.) Think of it like fasting. A chance to continually offer up prayers to God any time you are uncomfortable. And as I tell my husband when he’s trying to kick some habit, Just Chew Some Gum. It’s my answer to everything. (Besides God.) 🙂

Thanks, Laura. It only feels momentarily better – anti itch cream helps some. Blaine thinks some of it is poison ivy. Itchy itchy itchy, in Ruby’s words! I’ll be doing a lot of praying… but that’s a good reminder.

Debbie, so nice to “meet” you! I’m glad you are enjoying my blog – it’s the only way things get recorded around here. I mentioned your comment to Blaine – he knew right away who you were. Fun to hear from you!